As I watch the sunset,
Eyes set on the horizon,
The conditions for the event met,
The event, not just a vision
That many strive for
A cool wind blows and the familiar tinkling is heard
Heads up before
Others think the idea is absurd
Such things, they thought, only existed in lore
Sun down, stars floating up the night sky
The first flake strikes the ocean
The breeze carries the twinkles by
In one swift motion
They fall into the great body of water and seem,
To be stuck in slow moving time
Just like a dream
Should such beauty be a crime?
Down below the surface,
The flakes flow in nonexistent wind
Should this time suffice?
Do they count the times we’ve sinned?
Marine Snow, is what they call this event
That happens when conditions are met
They suddenly stop, as if stuck in cement
Since the dawn of time, these conditions have been set
And they will continue forevermore,
Marine Snow,
Thy beauty, has struck me to the core,
Why does it compel me so?
YOU ARE READING
Marine Snow
Short StoryThis is actually a poem, not a story. I submitted it for a writing contest in a club I was in, however the contest never pulled through, so nobody ever got to see it. Well, that was until now. Enjoy!
